Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 285 April rd - Conversation with Lietan, what does he want?
"Did the news spread in advance?"

"Ah."

Alan glanced at the whispering scene in the gym again, and his senses swept over it like water.

Subconsciously, I wanted to listen to what kind of hole the wind was coming from.

Then found out.

This point is poisonous.

“Is this the Chief’s ability?”

"All four of them are very beautiful. The Chief actually likes the Long-eared Tribe."

"Senior Sister Isaruti is going to suffer."

"Suffering? Look, she's smiling so happily, obviously she's enjoying it, right?"

"Yes, it seems that the chief's physical strength is not a problem at all."

“Is this the Chief?”

"Oh, what a pity, why doesn't the chief like me?"

Soon, Alan's feeling was cut off and his smile became even stiffer.

6.

He silently estimated the distance and was relieved when he confirmed that Izuruti's sensory flow range was not enough to hear the whispers of this group of B people.

And it was not until this moment that the reality of returning to the capital finally settled in.

This is very Asura noble, as expected, now they are in the royal capital.

Royal capital
Ars.
Alan turned and looked at Dantoris.

"Today is April 23rd?"

The latter smiled and nodded.

"Yes, it has been eighteen months, four hundred and thirty-one days, since you left Ars." (A year without a job is just over 300 days. There is some research on this in Tieba. You can search it if you are interested. So you can think about how fast precocious maturity and development are.)
Isaruti suddenly interrupted.

"Correction, today is already the 432nd day."

Dantolis nodded.

Alan had already said the second half of his sentence, but after hearing the conversation between the two, he fell silent for a moment. In the end, he could only silently return the hug to Dantolis.

The latter laughed happily.

"Why, we've been away for so long that our chief can't even remember what year or month it is today?"

Alan stepped back, lowered his eyes, and then shook his head.

"Nothing, just calculating the time. Is the master in the gym?"

Dantolis thought for a moment. "When I came this morning, Grandmother was already standing in the courtyard. We hurriedly greeted her and she went to the face-to-face teaching gym. However, I have been in the low-level gym for a long time, and I am not sure whether she has left."

Alan pointed his thumb upside down at the attic behind the shade of the tree beside him.

"Then I'll go take a look. Now that I'm back, I must see the master first."

As Daniels and Izuruti nodded in unison, he turned around and was about to walk towards the attic, but he glanced back at Rudy and Sylphy who were about to follow him.

"Wait here for me to come back. I want to chat with Master alone."

The two nodded.

"Got it." "Okay."

He walked away with clattering footsteps.

Dantolis turned around and roared at the low-level gym, shouting to stop the noise, then quietly watched Alan's receding back.

Alan's steps were fast, and his figure gradually shrank in his pupils.

Dantoris just watched Alan walk to the attic, but turned around to look at Izoloti who was also looking at Alan.

In his sight, the younger sister who grew up with him has grown into a beautiful young lady and is looking straight at Alan's back.

The look in his eyes is so easy to understand.

People of the same age as Allen and Izuruti in the gym have already been engaged, and many of them have even gotten married.

The latter noticed his brother's gaze, but did not turn to look at him. He just kept staring at Alan, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows with a puzzled expression.

Dantoris glanced vaguely at Sylphy, who was standing beside him and looked exactly like Izoloti, and at the princess, who had the same feeling but neither of them expressed it so obviously.

Shake his head.

"What's wrong? Brother?"

"Since Alan is going to talk to Grandmother, there is no point in leaving the guest here waiting. This is not in line with the hospitality of the Mizugami-ryu Dojo."

Isa Luti finally turned her eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Then welcome the guests to the low-level dojo, and I will serve you."

She glanced at Ariel somewhat coldly.

"Make a pot of tea."

Dantolis turned around and looked at the "small dojo", was silent for a moment, suddenly smiled, and saluted the people in front of him.

"Your Highness is a princess of noble status, and the big arena is too noisy and has no manners. In addition, Allen's sister also looks like a very powerful swordsman genius, so the big arena is naturally nothing to see for her."

"So, let's go to the small dojo. There are fewer people there, and we can focus on exchanging insights, so it won't be noisy. Besides, all the apprentices are senior swordsmen, so they can..." He said this and turned to look at Alice.

After seeing Alan leave, Alice felt that she was the boss of the 'Adventure Group'. She frowned, crossed her arms, and raised her eyebrows, looking like she thought she was the big sister.

"My name is Alice Boreas Greyrat! This is Sylphiet!"

"Are there many high-level Water God Swordsmen in this small dojo?! Let's go now!"

Rudy: Hello? Miss? What about me?

"Hehe." Dantolis was about to speak, but his attention was attracted by Izuluti's sudden standing up. He looked at his sister's puzzled expression and was stunned.

Then, as if realizing something, he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

In sight.

Among the shadows of the branches, on the attic steps.

Alan's back stood halfway up the attic steps, motionless.

No more steps upward.

It was as if someone was stopping him there and not allowing him to enter.

-

Alan stopped and reached out to touch the handrail beside him, rubbing his fingertips. Looking at this familiar attic stair handrail, the wood texture is so familiar and strange.

It was not the voice that stopped him.

But the heartbeat.

two.

He smiled.

He tilted his head and looked towards the door at the end of the stairs.

The next moment, the door was opened with a creak.

Two figures stepped out from the gym.

A man was dressed in aristocratic attire, with short black hair and a beard, a smile on his face, and a relaxed posture, even relaxed and leisurely. He put his hand on the golden hilt at his waist, which was engraved with the Asura royal emblem.

A defensive stance that is most suitable for the Water God Style's "intercept" sword attack.

A man was wearing a full set of silver-white knight armor, holding his helmet in both hands. The armor was as clean as a mirror, sparkling in the morning light.

He had a tall and straight figure, with a long sword of the uniform knight's regulations carved on his waist. His long black and white hair was tied behind his head. He looked at Alan expressionlessly. The deep nasolabial lines on his lips were like sword marks, and his expression was serious.

The right hand did not press the knife.

But he was holding a short sword that was golden in color and had a handle of a rather gorgeous and ancient style.

The two glanced at Allen, and there was no surprise in their eyes.

The sense of flow can roughly judge the physical condition of the other party by the strength of the other party's heartbeat. Obviously, they knew from inside the door that it was not Dantoris or Izuluti. As for the other water kings, it was even more impossible.

They were all on standby at dawn.

The two men didn't say hello to Alan, but just calmly walked down the stairs past Alan.

The three of them passed each other.

Just as the two of them took a few steps down the stairs, they paused.

"Boom."

They turned and looked behind them.

In the sight, Alan smiled and tapped the wooden handrail of the stairs with his knuckles.

"Uncle Lilfa, Uncle Xino, long time no see."

With a smile on his face as if welded on, the king's guardian knight, the water god sword emperor Lilfa, who was dressed in noble attire, turned his head with a rather kind expression.

"Long time no see. It's rare for you to say hello to us. What's the matter? Alan Boreas Greyrat."

Alan looked down at them with the same kind smile.

"Leave the sword behind."

The words fell.

The leader of the Knights, Xino, squinted his eyes dangerously at Alan, but his gaze was very upright.

Lilfa's smile remained unchanged, and he looked at Alan with great interest. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as dense as a tide, and he kept licking Alan like a poisonous snake.

"Alan, Her Majesty Leta always says that you have extraordinary talent, and it seems to be true now. In just two years, your sword power has become more mature, and your posture is higher than before. However, showing off your edge too much is not a good thing for the Water God School." It was as if he didn't hear what Alan said at all.

Alan touched the armrest and smiled, ignoring the other party's murderous intent that was unfathomable but like a surging wave.

"Hide the sword in the sheath, and only stimulate the killing intent, wash away the opponent's will, change the opponent's intuitive perception of the environment, and induce the opponent to cut along the gap you created in the next moment, and use the interception move to complete the perfect parry. The 'interception secret' is the most characteristic of the Water God Style."

"But Uncle Master, do you know why I am always reluctant to learn this secret that focuses on using force to suppress others? Because I feel that this person always suppresses his sword intent, always thinking about compromise, thinking about waiting for the other party to attack, and then 'reconciling', there is something wrong."

Lilfa narrowed his eyes and finally stopped laughing, but he did not respond.

Allen spoke to himself, "We've been 'reconciled' for too long, and the sword has been hidden in the scabbard for too long, so only the eyes are threatening. You think I'm too sharp, and I think you're too cowardly."

"Alan!"

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from the distance.

Alan turned his eyes to the door behind him.

The deep voice continued, "Take the sword and go. No need to say so much."

Lilfa was not annoyed, he just put away the "Secret of Interception" and looked at Alan quietly for a while, then looked up at the sky.

"Let's go, Xino. If we delay for too long, His Majesty the King will be worried."

He glanced at the door behind Alan and turned and left.

This gesture seemed to tell Alan that your words have no weight to me and I don't bother to listen.

If this happened to someone who values ​​power very much, this attitude of neglect would be more painful than a slap in the face.

But this had no effect on Alan. He was too lazy to pay attention to Lilfa and just turned to look at Xino.

The latter looked at Allen, and a smile suddenly appeared on his serious face. He turned around and left, holding the golden sword.

Alan quietly watched the two of them walk down the aisle, and left the main dojo amid the somewhat flustered greetings of Ariel, Dilic, Dantolis, and Izuluti.

He turned and walked up the stairs, opened the half-closed door, closed it silently, walked straight to the familiar coffee table, pulled a cushion, sat on the floor, and casually poured the spent tea from several half-drunk cups on the table into the teapot.

He skillfully placed the tea table upside down, reached out and took out two new teacups, picked up the teapot and began to pour tea.

Gululu.

Alan's hands were steady, and the brown stream of red tea flowed out of the spout of the teapot, forming an arch bridge of water in the air.

"came back."

Alan poured a cup and pushed the tea across the way.

The water surface was under the control of the mystery of flow, without a single ripple.

"Well, I'm back."

On the other side of the coffee table, a short old woman with wrinkles on her face held her chin with her hand, sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table with her eyes closed. Hearing the movement in front of her, Leta slightly opened her right eye, glanced at the teacup, and then looked at Alan.

"I thought you didn't recognize me as your master."

"That can't be."

"I've grown taller, my heartbeat has become stronger, my hands have become steadier, and my flow skills have become more refined."

"It's been two years, it should be like this."

"So, you're itching to do it right after you got back?"

"Yes, I wanted to test the quality of the Sword Emperor. It's a pity that I didn't make a move. Just like before, my mind is full of his Majesty the King."

Only then did Leda open both eyes, sit up and look at Alan.

"They haven't changed, and neither have you. You're still as sharp as before. If someone doesn't know the truth, they'd think you've been training under Gar for twenty years. But now, you've only been under the orc princess of Gilenu for two years. How come you think you're stronger than Lilfa?"

After hearing this, Alan laughed secretly in his heart but did not show it on his face.

"Gilenu is not my master, you are. She was asked by my uncle to teach me the sword of light, but I did not become her master. It is you, on the other hand, who would come to borrow the golden sword from you every five years during the 'challenge period'. He said that he wanted to help Uncle Xino to master the Deprivation Sword Realm as soon as possible. But in fact, he was instructing the king to weaken your strength, fearing that you would run away to the Holy Land of Swords.

How long will this poor joke last?"

Leta reached out and pressed the teapot in Alan's hand and moved it in front of herself.

"Add fuel to the fire."

When Alan saw that he was seen through at the speed of light, he chuckled.

Leda continued.

"My current level is just like this. It's a fact that I can't defeat that kid Gar. You also know that although Xino is the leader of 'Dawn', he is more inclined to return to the Holy Land of Swords. It's just that he and Lilfa have been like brothers since childhood, so he helped him instead of me. I'm relieved to leave the Golden Holy Sword with him for a few days."

She tapped the lid of the teapot with her fingers silently.

"Light Sword, do you know how to do it?"

"Ah."

"grade?"

Alan paused for a moment, then looked at Leda and replied with a smile.

"King level."

The latter raised his already mottled eyebrows and looked into Alan's eyes, but did not question whether Alan was bragging, and just continued to ask.

Go straight.

"Are you back to kill Darius?"

Alan also looked directly into Leda's eyes.

"No, that's not what I'm going to do this time."

Leda looked at Alan quietly for a while.

Reach out and pour a cup of tea.

Slowly pushed in front of Alan.

"Boreas is clearly staying well. I expected that this girl Izuruti would bring you back, but it would never be the look you have now."

"Well, what do you want?"

Alan took the tea and drank it all.

The teacup fell on the table, like a torrent hitting a rock.

Snapped.

"To become famous."

(End of this chapter)